Neverwinter Forest warden

only one, the listener gave hushed guidance as their keeper took a mushroom between his teeth. you will see otherworld, land of ancestor spirits. you will hear whispers.

after a time, the prophet continued, for the minds of mortals untouched by the god were wont to tumble from the winding path to the otherworld and into chaos. thus, trikova became both pathfinder and shepherd to her follower, her original companion, as she felt the time for guidance come upon them.

beyond end of land, we will find home; harsh, beautiful, blessed, the listener circled the keeper with a slow, slinking gait, hackles rippling with the dark energies in the air. land of druids. our land. we will make alliances, and know secrets of others. old ways will live again.

do you see it? do you hear them?

keeper. you will stay at my side. you will keep secrets of listener, secrets of unnamed god. you will lie. you will sacrifice. you will kill.


and one day, you will die, and become eternal.